It's All Gravity

Lyrics

(talking)
 What it do, what that is pimp
 What you say, talk to me I talk back
 Oooh, I heard that, oooh
 [E-40]
 Skinny bank, phat bank, foreign cars, candy paint
 Jelly jars, battle scars, rap stars, pullin' rank
 Drinkin drank, hit the dank, getting stank, from a skank
 Stick and move, show and prove, ghetto jew, think I ain't
 Have the grip, pockets fit, dirt pee stained mattress man
 Chopping up llelo, top of a dirty ass pee-stained mattress man
 Put a razor blade in a safety pain in my hand
 Takin' incarceration, penitentiary chances man
 Half a grand I spend a day, chicken feed, half a pow wow
 Off some weed, love the pow wow, when I'm keyed, keep my style now
 Watch me speed, trust that cuff that love that
 Rubik's spit, talk walk with a limp while I'm here makin' love
 Oooh!
 (Chorus)
 Say you wanna be a rap star, drive a real nice car
 Without true game you can't get far, but it's all gravity
 Struggling, gritting grinding mayn, it's all gravity
 It's all gravity, I'm so deep off in this game
 It's all gravity, struggling, gritting grinding mayn
 It's all gravity, I'm so deep off in this game
 [E-40]
 Just something that was happening now, like goomer pile
 I predict in about a month, ya'll gone love this huh
 Make a gangsta wanna funk, all in your trunk
 Got him hollering yeah that shit there ain't no punk
 Fully recouped, money chunky like the soup
 Back in the days I use to rock a troop jacket
 Me and everybody in my cabinet, we was timin'
 If you had the Troop jacket you was grindin'
 So who the playa, even if I'm in a pinto
 Show some respect little niggas see I'm respectable
 My hoochie is a general, a silent soldier, no faking
 Quick to set an example put down a demonstration
 Wake you up to a rude awakening and no escaping and
 Once I give you the phone I put a shake on in
 See I done did it, and lived it, and done it, hit the block
 Choke a motherfucker out for trying to short stop
 (Chorus)
 [E-40]
 Make no mistake about it, I'm smoking hell-a-tweed
 That ain't organic, nigga that's designer weed
 No it ain't, yeah it is, no it ain't
 No it ain't, yeah it is, no it ain't, yeah it is
 Scream, holla, scream and shout it, I love my folks to death
 Way too many cooks in the kitchen but I'm the iron chef
 Too many chiefs, but not enough indians
 See everybody needs to play they position
 I'm pitching, leader of the squad, be on the look-out for my
 Brand new clothing line, my brand new clothing line is called Shob
 Rossi wine, Carlos Rossi wine is what I drink
 Not all the time but most of the time it helps a playa think
 Look in my eyes, look in my eyes they the same color as garlic butter
 Look at my guys, look at my guys, they off that Goldschlager
 It's a daily routine, I mean, I mean we do this here
 So savagely pimperoni it's all gravity
 (Chorus - 2x)

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Song Details

Duration
04:20
Tempo
105 BPM

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